Why You Should Use Incognito

Vanessa swore when her laptop froze again, cursor stuck on some clip she didn’t want anyone seeing. Her roommate Anna flipped the screen toward her and started digging without asking. Lines of code filled the screen like open secrets. “Jesus, you’ve got five different malware strains,” Anna muttered. She shut the viruses down, one line at a time, then glanced up. The search history was still open. Every clip showed a blonde built exactly like her. Vanessa’s face went hot. Anna clicked the laptop shut. “Stick to paid sites next time,” she said, voice low. Then, “You like girls that look like me?” Vanessa nodded, throat dry. Anna’s hand slid up Vanessa’s bare thigh, knuckles brushing the hem of her shorts. The touch turned into a grip, hard enough to leave faint red marks. She dragged Vanessa onto the couch, yanked the shorts down, and shoved two fingers straight between her legs without preamble. Vanessa gasped, hips jerking. Anna worked her open fast, thumb grinding the clit, watching the other girl’s eyes lose focus. She leaned in, bit the soft spot behind Vanessa’s ear, and whispered, “Next time just ask.” Then her mouth was on Vanessa’s throat, teeth and tongue, while her fingers kept a bruising rhythm until Vanessa came, shaking and swearing. Anna didn’t stop. She slid down, spread Vanessa wider, and buried her face between those thighs like she’d been waiting weeks. Vanessa grabbed Anna’s hair, pulled tight, and the room filled with wet sounds and half-finished curses until the laptop’s cooling fan was the only thing left whirring.